Freezing Fantasy Poem by Seema Aarella

Time slowed, the growing chill

Froze its tireless hands as the

Frost crept to every corner and

Settled immaculately on the wall clock.



The evening turned from customary

To overwhelmingly romantic

As a we exchanged careless glances

Over a steaming potion in the chinaware.



Sun slipped from the mountain perch

Its last rays died by the table legs

And a new glow was stroked to life

That pronounced our candle lit dinner.



The tempt of nature mounted outside

With congeniality to my thoughts

And the poet within was just about to

Transcend the physical and live greater ecstasies.



But you vengefully rose from the seat,

Drew the curtains over the window

And killed a beautiful evening

With the attribute of a jealous lover.